You know what? I’m not even going to say I like this because it’s more a fascination that there are adults out there listening to what sounds like music composed for toy piano/organ with an adult singing in a childlike voice.

There I said it.

So why can’t I just move on? Is this just a low-level self-harm? Is it masochism?

Hell, I don’t know. I’m in a weird place.

A very strange place.

I don’t like it one bit. The place,that is. I’m not going to speak for the music.